Love in the Time of Cholera Love Quotes

The lesson was not interrupted, but the girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.  (2.5)

He met a man who lived like a king by exploiting three women at the same time.  The three of them rendered their accounts at dawn, prostrate at his feet to beg forgiveness for their meager profits, and the only gratification they sought was that he go to bed with the one who brought him the most money.  Florentino Ariza thought that terror alone could induce such indignities, but one of the three girls surprised him with the contradictory truth.

"These are things," she said," you do only for love."  (2.30)

She reminded him that the weak would never enter the kingdom of love, which is a harsh and ungenerous kingdom, and that women give themselves only to men of resolute spirit, who provide the security they need in order to face life.  (2.34)

He was not the kind of man she would have chosen.  His foundling's eyeglasses, his clerical garb, his mysterious resources had awakened in her a curiosity that was difficult to resist, but she had never imagined that curiosity was one of the many masks of love.  (2.40)

It was the year they fell into devastating love.  Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.  Never in that delirious spring, or in the following year, did they have the opportunity to speak to each other.  (2.45)

He liked to say that this love was the result of a clinical error.  He himself could not believe that it had happened, least of all at that time in his life when all his reserves of passion were concentrated on the destiny of his city […] (3.2)

That is how they were:  they spent their lives proclaiming their proud origins, the historic merits of the city, the value of its relics, its heroism, its beauty, but they were blind to the decay of the years.  Dr. Juvenal Urbino, on the other hand, loved it enough to see it with the eyes of truth.  (3.13)

"Love is the only thing that interests me," he said.

"The trouble," his uncle said to him, "is that without river navigation there is no love."  (4.10-11)

He did not even ask his new clients any questions, because all he had to do was look at the whites of their eyes to know what their problem was, and he could write page after page of uncontrolled love, following the infallible formula of writing as he thought about Fermina Daza and nothing but Fermina Daza.  (4.21)

The truth is that Dr. Juvenal Urbino's suit had never been undertaken in the name of love, and it was curious, to say the least, that a militant Catholic like him would offer her only worldly goods:  security, order, happiness, contiguous numbers that, once they were added together, might resemble love, almost be love.  But they were not love, and these doubts increased her confusion, because she was also not convinced that love was really what she most needed to live.  (4.117)

They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion:  beyond love.  For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.  (6.221)